Stephen Gordon Field And Flower
Oh I wanna know where you go
and keep your curtains cool and low
Run for the river and stones it’s carving
Lost in a mirror that’s lying hardly
I just wanna know what you need,
could’t give you up for anything
Arms in a circle around the evening,
we’ll be talking but barely speaking
Moved in the rush of quiet breathing,
kiss your smiling lips your teeth are
white and cold as the moon a’hanging,
hung like your grandma’s quilts and blankets
Heavy in the lap of field and flower,
light treads soft in the sky these hours
Good as any time to tell you,
dreamed of you each time I’ve held you
Race for the river and sand it’s stealing,
I know a place that spring is healing
Dressed in shadows, wild grasses taking,
the river snores beside their shaking
I’m with you
You’re with me too
I'm with you